I have this fantasy with daddy, where i am his personal walking, talking urinal. Any time he needs to go, we find somewhere private and I guzzle down ...his piss as it flows from him into the back of my throat, then I clean up every drop from his dick with my tongue.I imagine him taking me to a large gathering like a convention or pride event, all dressed up with my collar, a sexy little black lace number and kitten heels. We meet up with a bunch of his big burly daddy friends, all of them large,. You’re going to be privy to every transaction and deal I have from the past, present, and future. Information is the real wealth. The Feds are snooping about in my personal shit constantly. Did you notice them watching us on the street across from the fifth tee?”“Really?” I frowned in shock. “I… I wasn’t aware.”We stood and strolled slowly toward the clubhouse. There was a lot going on here, and this talk didn’t ease my apprehensions.“Jack, you can understand why I vetted you, can’t you?”“I. She had been contemplating wicked things to do him all day driving Trish crazy with her day dreaming. In the end she had given up trying to complete work and come home to him. He looked like something a thunder cloud might deliver when his gaze swung to her. ‘Why did you not alert me that you were leaving woman?’ Adeeana smiled coming in the door to plant a soft kiss on Sheron’s lips, ‘Good morning to you too.’ ‘On that note I think I will take my leave.’ Brock said with barely repressed. Her lower lip quivered a little as she turned her head away overwhelmed by anxiety. She sensed the half-Asian sit next to her and immediately felt the possessive touch of his hands on her shoulders as he pressed her down into the dirty linen. Once he had her on her back she mechanically pressed her legs together. The only thing that maneuver yielded was a direct hit from his fist next to her eye socket. "Auuuuuuuuhhhaaa" flashy lines appeared in her vision as the pain from the blow registered.